What Baking Can Do

You're a Pal and a Confidant

I've spent endless hours thinking about my relationship with Jessie. She's become one of my good friends since this project. When you're rehearsing a musical, making changes and working through parts you quickly grow with the cast and crew as well. Often times after a long day in workshops a few of us would go out, relax, and try to talk about something other than pie. There was a night I remember that, although at the time was an anxiety ridden time, is now one of my favorites.

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She pulled me to the couch and we left our damp winter coats at the door. Our boots left on newspaper to dry by the heat. There we sat,  in our sweaters, leggings and cozy socks. Jessie took her hat off as we settled in, her hair still up as it would be for her to look like Jenna. I took my hair out of the leftover bun it appeared to be in and ran my fingers through it to sort out the strands.

"Hey Jenna can I have Jessie back please?" As I pulled at her hair tie

"Thaaaaanks" I smiled.  She softly laughed.

"Yes, goodbyeeee" I continued as she fixed her hair down.

"Oh hey Sara, it's Jessie leave a message at the beep... –beep-"

"Yo,  Jessie where you at? I'm hungry and uh we had a cold walk home, you should teach me how to get food delivered luuvvv Sara"

By the ending Jessie was laughing, and duh I was too. I mean I had to stay in character and say the love weird, because I'm me.

We ordered food. I still like going places and getting it myself but I figured I should try some new things and what's better than having a dear friend teach you something new? After stuffing our faces.. Lol - just kidding, we are ladies. No but really, we ate a lot and talked bout our days. Both considerably tired. I couldn't help but realize how nice it was to share time with her alone away from the theater.

Once the food was gone it was time for Golden Girls. We continued talking and started to clean up -(stacking the cartons and making it look less like animals were eating).

We moved to the couch. Each sunk in our own little divot upon the cushions. Jessie yawned. I saw it, causing me to yawn too. She chuckled as she looked at me with a smile.

"It's contagious" I said, slightly embarrassed with a smile

"mhmm"

I started leaning into the corner of the couch. Stage left if you will. If you were the audience it'd  be on your right. I started slouching more and more till I was basically leaning half laying there.

One episode of Golden Girls down.

My feet were resting on the coffee table. Jessie seemed to be fighting sleep. With tired eyes she grabbed a pillow, placed it near my thighs and laid her head down. My heart raced but I tried to ignore it.

The next episode started.

I couldn't help but think of how it would be if she was inches closer when we sat down an hour ago, this way when she went to lay down her head would be in my lap, sans pillow. I could rest my hand on her head. Her golden hair that much closer. I could even stroke it, not like a dog, ha, as much as I love them.

I was trying to change my thoughts but as the episode went on I continued to zone out. I'd be able to run my finger from her temples down the side of her face, cheeks, neck and around her jaw to her chin. Maybe a lil boop on the nose for my lil' unicorn. Ugh, but she's my friend, and these thoughts are appearing to be less platonic.

I tried not to look down at her too much. Part of me wanted her to fall asleep, part of me was worrying about how this night would end.